This blog was commenced in late 2011, at the beginning of a three year posting to Moscow. I returned to Australia at the end of 2014.
My intention was to provide a pictorial commentary on my observations of Moscow, a city most people in Australia know little about.
The blog has now been wound up and there will be no more entries. Nor will I respond to any more comments. Thanks for visiting.

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Saturday, 5 September 2015

Once outside the second ring road complex (the Garden Ring),
you leave the grand and monumental architecture of central Moscow and enter the
real Russia. A sprawl of ghastly, often dilapidated apartment blocks. Many of
these were constructed during the Khruschev years, the early 1960s, and are
known as Khruschyovka. They are largely constructed out of prefabricated
concrete. Occupants are lucky if they have 60 square metres. Every city in Russia is largely made up of these awful
buildings.

Surrounding infrastructure is typically in poor shape –
pavements cracked, kerbs broken or non-existent, roads pot-holed – pretty much what
you’d expect in a corrupt country where money that should be spent on public infrastructure
is syphoned off to build luxury palaces for a few. One hundred and ten Russians
control 35% of the country’s wealth - the average Russian is worse off than the
average Indian. Little wonder the current wave of migrants crossing the Mediterranean head west when they arrive in Europe, and not east.

There are many of these metal sheds, typically along railway lines, which Muscovites use for storage and whatever.

There is absolutely nothing unusual about this facade. It is quite typical of where Muscovites live.

One thing that is pleasant is the amount of open space between apartment blocks, often containing kid's playgrounds. One of the gripes I have with the suburbs in Australia's cities is that there is little space to walk, other than the footpath, almost every inch being occupied by a bungalow and its fenced garden.

Friday, 14 August 2015

It is hard to imagine the chaos that ensued with the end of the Soviet Union. To rapidly move a centralised economy into the free market without proper regulatory controls in place and a population who were used to being told what to do by the government was asking for trouble. It explains, in part, what did and is still happening in Russia.

Following on from my last post, I am once again, in Yekaterinburg. This city endured a violent gangland war during the 1990s and 2000s. A group calling itself the Uralmash gang, after a district around the Uralmash heavy machinery factory, fought vicious internal wars and also clashed with the rival Central Gang.

So numerous were the casualties that many gang members found themselves in graves, most notably in the Shirokorechenskoe Cemetery. Here they still strut in their leather jackets on elaborate tombstones, their girlfriends sometimes nearby.

Things have settled down in Yekateringburg. The gangs appear to have realised that it was to their long-term advantage to develop a veneer of respectability via legitimate business, though there are still reports of racketeering.

Elaborate monuments. But, in the end, they are still just graves, and do their occupants no more good than a simple wooden cross would have done.

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

In English, Yekaterinburg is often also spelt Ekaterinburg. Written Екатеринбург in Russian, the E symbol in the Cyrillic alphabet is pronounced 'ye'. This, I think, is the reason for the alternate English spellings - some people transcribe the word as it looks, others as it sounds.

The Ural Mountains (which for the most part are more like rolling hills) mark the boundary between Europe and Asia. Yekaterinburg, being a few kilometres to the east of the Urals, is therefore just inside Asia and Siberia. Moscow is a mere 1800 kilometres to the west.

Yekaterinburg CBD viewed across Gorodskoy Lake. The lake is a dominant landscape feature in the city centre.

Vaynera Street. A pedestrian mall in the commercial centre of the city. I was quite surprised to find such a vibrant mall with its many quirky statues at the gateway to Siberia.

The city was founded in 1723 and is now home to over 1 million people. The city centre is quite modern and prosperous. However, as usual with Russian towns and cities, you don't have to walk far to encounter broken pavement and shabby apartment blocks.

The Iset River cuts north-south across the city, widening at Gorodsky Lake pictured above. It could use some TLC

The city is perhaps most infamous to the world outside Russia as the site of the execution of Tsar Nicholas and his family in 1918. The location is now marked by a memorial and cathderal. Russia being ever the land of extremes, the Romanovs have gone from being demonised under the Soviet government to canonised in more recent times (they became saints in 2000).

The Church of All Saints, which marks the spot where the Romanovs were executed.

There are statues and busts of Lenin here and there around Russia. He has fared better than Stalin, whose likeness is almost nowhere to be seen.

Cafe in the Urals at the border between Europe and Asia. I have no idea why a chicken has been chosen as the symbol of Europe. While a rooster is the unofficial national symbol of France, the English tend to see them as a symbol of dinner.

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

It is now seven months since we returned from Moscow. Sometimes,
it feels long past. Yet, if I close my eyes, I can clearly see the route I regularly
walked to Novosloboskaya metro station. There is the art shop, with its plaster
sculpted heads in the display window; the battered little statue of a bumble
bee lady near the playground; the Vietnamese restaurant; the weekend farmers
market.

I recently discovered that it is possible to create tabs on
my blog. That few blogs carry tabs is hardly surprising – it is not at all
obvious how it is done. During the subsequent course of tidying and adding some
tabs, it occurred to me that many places I had visited and photographed during
the course of my stay in Moscow had not made it on to my blog. A reason to keep
going just a little longer…

I never covered the grandest metro station of all -
Komsomolskaya.

There could have been few positive things to be said about living
under a tyrant like Stalin. Perhaps one is that when he said, ‘build a really
grand metro station’, a really grand metro station was built – or else. In
Australia, there would be long debate; endless expensive feasibility studies; a
close scrutiny of how many coins were in the bottom of the public fiscal purse;
and then we might get something that resembled a tiled public toilet.

Komsomolskaya lies beneath a major transport hub. Above
ground is a huge open space surrounding which are several large railway
stations, from one of which runs the line to St Petersburg. Nearby is one of
the Stalin buildings – the Leningradskaya hotel. So it is a busy station. Try
not to visit at peak hour.

A yellow wedding cake of a station, some countries would
love to have an opera house as ornate as this subterranean train platform.
Completed in 1952, it features mosaics from major conflicts in Russia’s
history. From one end of the station, a bust of Lenin still watches...